I only bought the camera to watch the cat eat. One slow Tuesday afternoon I opened the app and saw a woman I had never met walking through my living room.

From a hotel room three time zones away, I flicked our living room lights on and off just to make him laugh. He didn't laugh. He called me screaming.

My husband mocked every romantic comedy ever made. So why was one half-finished on his Netflix profile while I was away for work?

My wife told me over a half-eaten sandwich, the way you'd mention rain on the way. Then she explained what the dinner parties had really been for.

My husband only reads dense biographies. So why did our library account show five paperback romances I knew he would never open?

He swore he never left the couch all day. His phone had been keeping its own quiet record, and the numbers did not match the man telling the story.